Fic: The Pier + Existential Crisis, Thy Name Is 'Porkchop'
Title: The Pier
Author: unavoidedcrisis
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Sam and Gabriel
Prompt: #3 Sam/Gabriel - this photo.
Spoilers: none
Word count: 240
Warnings: none
Summary: Gabriel can always find Sam in his dreams.
In his dream, the air is bright and crisp.
Sam digs his hands into his pockets and walks along a long, dusty beach. The water that laps at the rocky shore is clean, crystal blue and the sky on the horizon looks almost indistinguishable. The wind whips up the edges of his jacket and sends his hair flying.
There’s nothing for miles, nothing but the sky and the water and Sam. He stops and looks out over the water. He gets the feeling he’s been here before.
"You have been. You were eight. John was hunting something he didn’t want help with, so he dropped you and Dean off at the pier."
Sam turns around to find Gabriel standing smack in the middle of his personal space.
"Don’t you remember?"
Sam shrugs. "Guess not."
"Come on," Gabriel says, eyes bright and alive. "I’ll show you." He’s grinning
There’s a rustle and a shift in the air and then the peaceful, quiet beach becomes a noisy cacophony of movement and noise, people and colours. The pier stretches out beneath their feet and there are people and shops and laughter everywhere. Sam doesn’t remember anything like this from his life. It’s too vibrant and exuberant to ever have been from the Winchester childhood.
They explore together, talking about nothing and laughing often. Sam tugs Gabriel closer by the sleeve of his jacket and kisses him under a streetlamp and the air is bright and crisp.
Title: Existential Crisis, Thy Name Is 'Porkchop'
Author: unavoidedcrisis
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Sam
Prompt: #12 Sam - Pull it apart and put it back together.
Spoilers: none
Word count: 450
Warnings: none
Summary: It's a feeling that will only get stronger as Sam gets older. Like maybe invisible hands are pulling him apart only the hands are his own. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty.
Notes: This got away from me in the most terrifying of ways. Apologies in advance.
Grade eleven biology was fascinating.
Mostly, it was because Jenny Luscott was his lab partner and she almost never wore a bra under her white school uniform top. Yeah, Sam remembers, biology was awesome.
Towards the end of the semester, they spent a whole week dissecting a pig. Jenny was completely grossed out and acting like a total girl about it, so Sam was in charge of the scalpel while she took the notes.
Sam made the first cut, neat and straight, just like Dad and Dean had taught him. He pulled out organs and entrails while Jenny sketched pictures. Sam weighed the organs and Jenny took notes. They dismantled the dead pig, piece by piece and catalogued everything.
The strangest part of it all was how easily it all worked. All the pieces came apart under his fingers and left a perfect hole. When he looked at it, Sam could see where everything fit together neatly to form a working whole. He held the little heart in his hands and just marvelled at the intricacies of creation. It came apart without a thought, and fit together just as simply.
At the end of the week, the teacher called for everyone to put their pigs into bags and turn them in for proper disposal. Sam started fitting the organs and the pieces back together inside the body, but the teacher stopped him.
“Don’t worry about, Sam, it’s just going to be incinerated,” she had said.
Sam was stunned. He’d spent all week taking the pig apart so carefully, and now he was expected to just toss it out without another thought? It was unfathomable.
Sam found himself unreasonably angry and unbearably sad at the same time. The little empty pig had never lived, never seen the sun or felt the air or had a brother... And its second to last experience on earth was going to be getting jammed in a bag with its liver next to its kidneys next to its face. It wasn’t a concept Sam could stomach. He felt as empty as the pig. He felt like it was his life, his body, that had been separated and sifted through, as if it was his own self that he couldn’t fit back together.
Later that night, when Dean asked about school in an attempt to distract from their father’s noticeable absence, Sam told him about Jenny Luscott’s tits and the fight in the cafeteria in fourth period. He didn’t think he can talk about the pig without getting emotional and he wasn’t sure Dean would understand why he was so upset he couldn’t fit the pieces back together.
He went to bed that night, hoping that the feeling would disappear by morning.
Author: unavoidedcrisis
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Sam and Gabriel
Prompt: #3 Sam/Gabriel - this photo.
Spoilers: none
Word count: 240
Warnings: none
Summary: Gabriel can always find Sam in his dreams.
In his dream, the air is bright and crisp.
Sam digs his hands into his pockets and walks along a long, dusty beach. The water that laps at the rocky shore is clean, crystal blue and the sky on the horizon looks almost indistinguishable. The wind whips up the edges of his jacket and sends his hair flying.
There’s nothing for miles, nothing but the sky and the water and Sam. He stops and looks out over the water. He gets the feeling he’s been here before.
"You have been. You were eight. John was hunting something he didn’t want help with, so he dropped you and Dean off at the pier."
Sam turns around to find Gabriel standing smack in the middle of his personal space.
"Don’t you remember?"
Sam shrugs. "Guess not."
"Come on," Gabriel says, eyes bright and alive. "I’ll show you." He’s grinning
There’s a rustle and a shift in the air and then the peaceful, quiet beach becomes a noisy cacophony of movement and noise, people and colours. The pier stretches out beneath their feet and there are people and shops and laughter everywhere. Sam doesn’t remember anything like this from his life. It’s too vibrant and exuberant to ever have been from the Winchester childhood.
They explore together, talking about nothing and laughing often. Sam tugs Gabriel closer by the sleeve of his jacket and kisses him under a streetlamp and the air is bright and crisp.
Title: Existential Crisis, Thy Name Is 'Porkchop'
Author: unavoidedcrisis
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Sam
Prompt: #12 Sam - Pull it apart and put it back together.
Spoilers: none
Word count: 450
Warnings: none
Summary: It's a feeling that will only get stronger as Sam gets older. Like maybe invisible hands are pulling him apart only the hands are his own. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty.
Notes: This got away from me in the most terrifying of ways. Apologies in advance.
Grade eleven biology was fascinating.
Mostly, it was because Jenny Luscott was his lab partner and she almost never wore a bra under her white school uniform top. Yeah, Sam remembers, biology was awesome.
Towards the end of the semester, they spent a whole week dissecting a pig. Jenny was completely grossed out and acting like a total girl about it, so Sam was in charge of the scalpel while she took the notes.
Sam made the first cut, neat and straight, just like Dad and Dean had taught him. He pulled out organs and entrails while Jenny sketched pictures. Sam weighed the organs and Jenny took notes. They dismantled the dead pig, piece by piece and catalogued everything.
The strangest part of it all was how easily it all worked. All the pieces came apart under his fingers and left a perfect hole. When he looked at it, Sam could see where everything fit together neatly to form a working whole. He held the little heart in his hands and just marvelled at the intricacies of creation. It came apart without a thought, and fit together just as simply.
At the end of the week, the teacher called for everyone to put their pigs into bags and turn them in for proper disposal. Sam started fitting the organs and the pieces back together inside the body, but the teacher stopped him.
“Don’t worry about, Sam, it’s just going to be incinerated,” she had said.
Sam was stunned. He’d spent all week taking the pig apart so carefully, and now he was expected to just toss it out without another thought? It was unfathomable.
Sam found himself unreasonably angry and unbearably sad at the same time. The little empty pig had never lived, never seen the sun or felt the air or had a brother... And its second to last experience on earth was going to be getting jammed in a bag with its liver next to its kidneys next to its face. It wasn’t a concept Sam could stomach. He felt as empty as the pig. He felt like it was his life, his body, that had been separated and sifted through, as if it was his own self that he couldn’t fit back together.
Later that night, when Dean asked about school in an attempt to distract from their father’s noticeable absence, Sam told him about Jenny Luscott’s tits and the fight in the cafeteria in fourth period. He didn’t think he can talk about the pig without getting emotional and he wasn’t sure Dean would understand why he was so upset he couldn’t fit the pieces back together.
He went to bed that night, hoping that the feeling would disappear by morning.